While the doctor was giving Fu Xiangxi a calf massage, Qin Qihua made a gesture to the butler and turned around and left the bedroom.

The housekeeper understood and followed it out.

In the corridor, Qin Qihua asked: "How long will this take?"

The housekeeper replied: "It takes about half an hour to an hour."

Qin Qihua thought, and asked again: "Is there any possibility of recovery in his body?"

The butler carefully said: "No medical expert has given a positive answer yet."

Seeing that Qin Qihua's expression was not very good, he comforted him again: "But he did not draw a pessimistic conclusion, but in short, it was done by humans."

Qin Qipai: "Metaphysics..."

"What?"

"It's nothing. When he finishes it, tell me when he's eating."

"OK."

Qin Qihua returned to the room to organize her own things. Because there was a bunch of small toys, she didn't let the servant clean up, but she did it herself.

She took apart the packaging boxes of each toy, looked carefully through the instructions, and then placed them in the drawer of the wardrobe in different categories.

After dealing with these, there were those bags. I glanced at me, and my sense of fatigue filled me, and I lost all my enthusiasm...

Qin Qihua collapsed on the sofa. When he was tired, he played two games first.

Qin Qihua entered the King's Canyon and took the assassin he was good at.

In the fierce battle with special effects flying all over the sky, those eyes appeared in her mind from time to time.

"Dead, dead...dead again..."

Frequent distractions caused the poor condition. During another team battle, someone called. Qin Qihua wanted to hang up, but his phone got stuck. He didn't hang up successfully for a long time, but instead he connected it backwards.

"Who?" she asked coldly, her tone was impatient.

"Draw, I'm grandpa."

...Fu Xiangxi's grandfather Fu Zhengting?

Qin Qihua sat up, and his voice turned 180 degrees, "Grandpa~"

This grandfather is not simple. He led the Fu family through decades of storms and storms. Mr. Fu has three sons and two daughters. In the third generation, he has more than a dozen grandchildren. Everyone is trying to find ways to show his performance to please him.

These are all popular sciences for Qin Qi's painter. In short, when facing the Fu family, be more behaved.

"The day after tomorrow, come with Xiangxi and have a meal with grandpa."

"Okay." Qin Qihua responded with a smile.

"How did Xiangxi do to you after marriage?"

"It's very good."

"That's good." Mr. Fu smiled and finally instructed, "He is affected by his body, and sometimes his temper is a little weird, and you need to be more tolerant."

"No, he has a bad temper and is easy to get along with. I like to stay with him." Qin Qi said, his voice was sweet and smiling, and his tone was particularly sincere.

When Mr. Fu heard this, his smile deepened and he let go of the hidden worries in his heart.

The originally worried about the forced marriage made the little girl feel resentful. But from her tone, he couldn't hear a hint of forced smile, nor did he feel depressed negative emotions. He seemed quite happy?

If it were ordinary people, he would not be worried, but the daughter of the Qin family was raised since childhood and was born beautiful and charming. She lacked nothing, and she would not lack the pursuit of the wealthy young men in the upper class. In order to get the Qin family to agree to this marriage, he spent a lot of money to compensate the grandson who was unfortunate.

Mr. Fu chatted with Qin Qihua for a few words and hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Not long after, Qin Qihua received a notice from the butler, and Fu Xiangxi went to the restaurant.

Qin Qihua went downstairs and headed to the restaurant. Fu Xiangxi sat at the black marble dining table, dining quietly, his eyes covered as usual.

I feel a bit regretful when I see the beauty.

Qin Qihua sat opposite Fu Xiangxi, and her meals were already arranged on the dining table.

He ate the nutritious porridge that was stewed with a strong and fragrant stew, and she ate the three dishes and one soup that was well-matched.

Qin Qihua looked at Fu Xiangxi while eating. Every time he could deliver the spoonful of porridge to his lips, his posture was elegant, neither too slow nor too slow, and he was embarrassed. He ate this daily routine of eating, which made him feel inexplicably ritual and ornamental.

Qin Qihua asked, "Husband, do you want to try my food?"

Fu Xiangxi didn't say anything.

She smiled and said, "My husband is eating so well, it's not worrying at all."

Fu Xiangxi still ignored him, his expression as silent as stagnant.

After finishing the porridge, Fu Xiangxi left the restaurant and went to the study on the second floor.

Qin Qihua looked at the man's back sitting in a wheelchair.

It's like a piece of black crystal hanging in the endless wilderness.

Beautiful, fragile, dark.

Qin Qihua finished his meal, played with his cell phone for a while, and got up to go to the study on the second floor.

The glass door of the study room had been closed, and she pressed the button on one side.

Fu Xiangxi: "Who?"

Qin Qidai: "Your wife."

As soon as the words were finished, gray curtains were slowly gathered on both sides of the glass, and then the entire transparent glass wall, including the glass door, was covered.

Qin Qi painting: "…………”

Qin Qihua turned around and saw the butler.

The housekeeper stood a little embarrassedly, not knowing how to comfort her.

Qin Qihua hugged his arms and nodded, saying, "He is a cruel person."

The housekeeper laughed dryly: "..."

Qin Qi's mind turned around and said, "You go in, I'll follow you."

Fearing that he didn't understand, he said, "Don't let him know, that's kind."

The butler looked embarrassed and whispered: "Mrs. Young Madam, I have received instructions. No one is allowed to enter the study to disturb me."

"You can't get in?"

"yes."

"Do you know the password to open the door?"

"There is no password, only Mr. Fu's palm lines can be opened."

Qin Qihua thought about it all, but there was no way, so he had to give up.

"Okay, then let him work hard."

"Mr. Fu doesn't like being disturbed when he is alone, don't mind."

"Well, don't mind, just do whatever he wants." Qin Qihua waved his hand and went upstairs to his room.

When the housekeeper saw her leaving without any worries, he sighed silently in his heart: Only the Fu family, which has amazing wealth, can marry such a beautiful, kind and generous fairy.

Qin Qihua returned to his room, changed into a sportswear, and pulled her long hair into meatballs.

After changing outfit, I put on my wireless headphones and went downstairs to run outside the villa.

She sweated heavily on the track, and became more and more vigorous as she ran.

Fu Xiangxi, you are awesome! You are amazing!

I want to strengthen my body and last long, so that I can call you dad!

While thinking about the scene of her being arrogant, she was panting and sweating.

I usually feel tired after running for about ten minutes, but this time I persisted for forty minutes.

When she stopped, she was soaked in water.

Qin Qihua slowed down and called the servant to inform her to prepare water for her to take a bath.

She took a picture of her feet, entered the sneakers and the runway, and posted it on her social account: I can't believe that I actually ran for forty minutes. They were all stimulated by black crystals.

Qin Qi went upstairs and soaked in the bathtub. There were already a series of comments under the dynamic just now.

"Black Crystal? I didn't understand..."

“Wow, these sneakers look great!”

"Drawing wants black crystal?"

"Is it okay to give you black gems?"

"Forty minutes? This stimulation is quite strong [Supporting the chin]"

"Where are you running? Have a chance to run together!"
To be continued...